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I think what gender conforming ppl never get about most gender noncornforming ppl is: our bodies just are this way. Some of us stop trying to change the way we are for made up reasons. Generations of plastic & industrial pollutants & it's MY fault my genes express themselves the way they do?

Today, I can't find my 'self'. I must have left her somewhere else. Perhaps, on my highest shelf: Too far away for single cells.

Come into the world broken we've deferred our tattered hopes and dreams. We battled centuries through molten streams. Our shattered memories and wailing screams scattered energies among changing themes. Promise me your faded rainbows and your hope machines will topple even those regimes. #poetry

My aunt stole my grandmother's house and I can't find an attorney in Illinois to help her. She needs to sell it to pay for her care. Longshot but if anyone knows of someone practicing law in IL who will talk to us? Every lawyer says I need a different kind of lawyer. Idk how this shit works.

Hey, where all the "2A shall not be infringed" people at? They arrested a young man in Indiana, David Cherry, for "Intimidating" Elon Musk and they found the typical shit you'd find in any closet in any house in Indiana. The news is acting like the man had an arsenal.

I'll try to think a kinder word Like something that I should have heard But all my happy lines sound slurred Like hopes & childish dreams deferred. Is self-care how we should resist our man-made apocalypse? I don't know what I can do, and I know I can't ask you. #Poetry

Spent the last two days being retraumatized repeatedly by my nana because she's old and has nobody else. The rest of our family keeps hurting her so she needs me to be there, remotely, as much as I can. I end up doing forensic data recovery because my little brother is dangerous with a screwdriver.

Hey baby, I may be Made of glass now, cuz I'm crazy. And lately those stones in my suitcase betray me. There's lead in my step, and I'm hazy. But no matter the shape of my broken bones, or how hard those suitcase-stones made me, you always see the real me, and the stars in my eyes; you amaze me.